This feather is from a Tawny Frogmouth Owl whom I had the privilege of raising from a tiny few days old. He fell out of his tree during a wild storm and 2 kids found him. I called him KC after their initials. As he grew, I had to teach him to hunt for his food, (mealy grubs, cockroaches - live ones, crickets, big moths and finally - live mice ) which I'd hide every dusk under leaves and some scattered dirt on the floor. He slept all day high up on a big branch in our large laundry. It was so hard not to pick him up and mother him, as he was very very cute when little. When he became old enough to fend for himself and was flying well I released him back into a suitable sheltered spot out of the city. That was one of the hardest things I've ever done!
Bonus shot of KC at about 2 months old, and yes he had the biggest bluest eyes you can possibly imagine.Answer to essjaynz - I was a native bird carer for 8-9 years, a registered ranger in Queensland's B.I.R.O (birds,injured,rescued,orphaned.)
